The sun shone fiercely, as if to atone for letting the recent storm blot it out, but it was too far away in the winter sky to be felt. All its power turned the deep, mostly unbroken layer of snow diamond bright. Made it hard to hide tracks, even wearing camouflage appropriate to the conditions. What Donovan needed was camouflage that could lift him above the snow. Since he didn’t have the capability, he’d had to work his way carefully down the mountainside toward the Colorado Irregular’s camp.
On the upside, if anyone down there were to catch a glint of his binoculars, they’d write it off as the sun’s reflection. He’d been observing the camp for about an hour, but there hadn’t been much to see, though what he had seen convinced him he was on the right track. The weather was keeping the ca
